Walking on the refuge road this morning around 7Am I saw a snowy owl at distance out in the marsh. A tiny white marker, its movements invisible from that distance, buts its distinctive shape unmistakable.

No cars lined up at the side of the road. No super duper scopes aimed out at it. A Northern Harrier flying over, a flock of black marsh ducks. I read that a flock can be called a waddling or a badling or a skein or a team or, of all things, a herd of ducks.

It was lovely to hear only the birds.